In hospice I work on the edge of this world, often peering into the vast unknown of where my patients eventually transition to: the Great Beyond.

This past week my youngest son brought up the subject of MY death, what would happen if I died, how would if affect his world, his brothers’ worlds…. I listen.  Twice we had this conversation, and twice I assured him I was in no hurry to leave, although the allure of ICE CREAM is ever prevalent. (see my previous post).

Yesterday on my way to see my first hospice patient I am driving more attentive than usual because of these previous conversations.  It’s easy to relax your attention and daydream but this morning I am watchful.  Someone is whispering in my ear… And then I see it! A car coming head on towards me with his blinker on indicating he wants to make a left hand turn in front of me but there’s no place for him to turn.  I slowdown and stare- possibly not the best response- but it does give him time to swerve back into his lane.  As he passes by me he glares annoyed and waved his arms at me as if I am in HIS way…oh my!

Something prompts me to look at the next car- on its license plate is the name AZRAEL- the name of the Angel of Death. I have spent time with this Angel, he and I know each other well. He is an Archangel whose name means “He whom helps God”. I do not see the driver, but the car passes me without incident. I realized if I hadn’t been paying attention this could have had a very different outcome.

With all the Divine Intervention in my life I am still amazed when it becomes undeniable that the ANGELS and my SPIRIT FAMILY are watching out for me.  I give up a prayer of gratitude. My day is uneventful and I am ever grateful for that.